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I love your breasts. I love that they are so round, full and natural. I love that you know how sexy you are when you hold them out to me . . . . beautiful gifts from the gods. I want to worship them. . . pay homage. . . blow kisses on them. I want to trace them with my fingers and gently spiral to the nipples at their center. . . Draw circles. Hear you sigh. Feel you push them warm against me. Your nips swell. Little bumps rise all around your areola. Your nipples beckon me. You push out your breasts in invitation and I must comply with kisses. . . . little sucks . . . . and tender bites. You feed my sex with your sex. You are the mother of sexy beauty. mmmmm . . . . I think I smell your arousal . . . . lovely . . . more to kiss. Spread for me. . . I'm still so thirsty for you. . . all of you . . . . mmmmm so wet . . . . I hope you don't mind but this will take awhile . . . . tastes so good . . . . ;-)
There is nothing more beautiful than a woman's body. It is a landscape of individual uniqueness a world of it's own . . . . it is your curves . . . your own hills and valleys . . . your own scents . . . and tastes . . . it is the nerves of your inner thighs gently stroked . . . your hard nipples swelling with with the touch of lips . . . . it is the spasm of your belly as your clit is licked . . . it is the sweet juice of your arousal on the tongue . . . it is the sound of your sigh or moan . . or the clench of you as you come . . . . it is the curly hairs that cover your most sensitive self. it is your breast in a loving hand - - full and round with a stiff nip. . . . . You are the land I want to explore . . you are the world I want to understand in all it's uniqueness . . . teach me to touch you . . . I want to celebrate your body until it sings . . . . . mmmmmm thank you for the fantasies.